Chapter 1

“I bet he’ll let us in to play with his dog if you show him your titties,” Anya giggled.

Kayla, the taller of the two girls, blushed at her friend’s comment. Her breasts had suddenly awakened to a full bud last year in seventh grade. The taller girl’s blush complemented her fiery red hair. Like most middle school girls, Kayla was proud of her new curves, yes, but also self-conscious. Especially given her dark-haired friend still had barely any. At least, no more than a hungry little puffing of the nipples, scarcely noticeable unless petite brunette was naked and aroused.

“He might,” Kayla agreed. “I mean the way he looked at us in the park—definitely dirty old man vibes. But oh my god, that dog of his!”

“Totally,” Anya replied, fingers drifting from twirling in her shoulder-length hair to the warm spot between her thighs, lightly cupping the crotch of her short denim cutoffs. “The dog is magnificent. Muscles everywhere, and those balls ... god, you saw them! I mean ... just wow!”

“Same,” Kayla replied agreeably, the same note of remembered awe coloring her voice.

“I’d do him. The old guy. I mean, I’d do him just to get a chance at that dog of his,” Anya ventured. Anya was the shorter and younger looking of the two, but usually the boldest. It was Anya’s older brother Gabe that had introduced both girls to sex two years ago. He was also the one that had first shown them doggie porn online, and eventually talked both girls into letting the scruffy mutt that lived next door lick their cunts. That was just the beginning, of course. Most girls who let dogs lick their cunts don’t stop there, and Anya and Kayla were no exception.

“Dog sluts,” said Anya.

“Way,” Kayla replied, and both girls burst out laughing, Anya’s hand still visibly pressed to her pussy, rubbing despite the fact they were on the street, leaning against the stone terrace on the sidewalk in front of Kayla’s house. Kayla glanced around and saw no one near, so she turned to give her friend a kiss on the lips. Just a quick kiss, but with a sensual flick of tongue that hinted of approval and promise.

Since Anya’s brother had left for a job in the North Dakota oilfields last summer, the girls had had little outlet for their now considerable sexual appetites, other than each other, and for a few weeks, the dog next door. The soon after had Gabe was gone, the neighbors moved away and the girls were left to themselves for their sex play. So they had learned a great deal about how to please each other, but they both knew that while they might be summertime lesbians, they both loved cock. However, the boys they knew their age were far too immature to interest them. They had even talked about seducing each other’s fathers, but the idea seemed intimidating to them. And the dirty talk that Anya’s brother had thrown their way as he jerked off watching them—words that had so thrilled and sexually spurred both girls-- still reverberated in their heads. “Go get it, cock suckers ... mutt fuckers ... that’s it girls, such good little dog whores...” There was no forgetting those heady, impossibly overheated moments. So both girls knew they had a cock addiction, and a deep soft spot for nasty verbal encouragement. But they also spoke often about the importance of being fairly careful and selective about whom they had sex with, something Gabe had also stressed to them.

It was just the week before school had started that they ran into that grizzled older man and his handsome dog while walking in the park. Neither had seen the man or his dog before, despite that they all lived in the same neighborhood within several blocks of the large, forested city park. They had talked with him. He didn’t share much, but let them pet and stroke the sleek coat of his large, well-behaved dog. He told them the dog, Vinnie, was a Vizsla hound, large for his breed. It was a rare breed where they lived. He shared that Vinnie’s parents had were both born in Europe.

Neither girl had seen such a large, leggy, sleek-coated dog before. Every muscle showed through the glossy brown coat. The dog was friendly as they touched him, the dog’s owner chuckled when Vinnie, predictably, nosed each girl’s crotch in a friendly manner. The man seemed to notice neither girl was shy or pulled back from the cold-nosing, the way most do. They saw his eyebrows lift slightly when the girls took turns bending lower to glance underneath the hound’s belly, but he said nothing. The dog’s sleek, shorthair coat concealed little about his sex; the strong, prominent cock sheath and the low-hanging, pinkish tan, velvet-smooth nut sack were hanging out there in full view, for anyone who cared to look.